“I could tell how he was all in your face.”
Nina’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. She was putting the facts together. So basically, he was having her watched. “You have people following me… still?”
“How long has this been going on or did it ever even stop?” she shrieked loudly.
His face remained calm. “I’m wherever you are.” He didn’t deny or confirm.
“Jio, you can’t be following me around…that’s not cool.” Nina shook her head.
“You’re mine, don’t ever forget that baby.”
“Nothing about this is normal.”
Her and this normal word was driving him bananas.
“Normal don’t keep people safe,” he shot back.
“I was with my line sisters.”
“And a nigga who wanted you was at the bar being friendly.”
“You don’t know that.”
Jio gave her a look that made her turn her head towards the window. She needed to stop playing with him for real. She was irritated that he felt the need to keep eyes on her. Loving a made man like Jiorgio Gotti came with so many conflicted emotions. What should’ve scared her brought her comfort, and what comforted her sometimes scared her. Shit was crazy.
“He’s harmless,” she said.
“No man is harmless when he trying to get what belongs to somebody else.”
“I don’t belong to you.”
Jio leaned over the center console, slow enough to give her the choice to move away, but she didn’t go anywhere.
He reached for her face, pulled it close to his, and kissed her passionately before saying, “Yes, you do.”
Nina’s eyes fluttered and her pussy did too.
He kissed her again, deeper this time, but not enough to ruin her lipstick completely. It was enough to make her forget that she had a meeting that was set to start in fifteen minutes and a life she was trying to keep from spinning out of control. But here he was being the eye of the tornado once again.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested against hers.
“I’m wherever you are,” he repeated, quieter this time. “Never forget that.”
Nina opened her eyes. There was so much that she could’ve said to retort his statement. She should’ve told him that he was crazy and needed to take his ass to therapy. She could’ve reminded him that she was a grown ass woman and not his property, but she didn’t say shit.
Her phone lit up in her hand.
Jio glanced at the screen. “Your assistant trying to reach you,” he said knowingly.
“I know who’s calling!” she rolled her eyes. “I’m late.”
He reminded her, “You the boss, baby. The meeting can’t start without you, but don’t let me hold you up any longer. I’ll check in with you later to see what you want for dinner.”
He unlocked the door and she stepped out, tugging his jacket tighter around her body. Before she closed the door, she leaned down and looked at him.
“Jio, for the record, Carter does not want me.”
He shook his head at her in disbelief. “Yeah yeah, have a good day my love.”
